Friday, May 14, 2021
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I called him Chuck- I always have.
We were close friends at a young age and our shared sense of humor was unique to the two of us. We were well spirited; we never laughed at the expense of others and Chuck’s artistic eye brought into focus the hilarious circumstances we’d find ourselves in. That is why we are friends- we understood one another and I miss him dearly.
Chuck found competitive inspiration and success on the field and he’d transpose that inspiration into remarkable works of graphite and ink on paper.
His purest and most noble motivation was simply inspired from an old photo of his (great?) grandfather, I believe. The picture was of this Irish pugilist with an open stance, accepting the challenge with grace, dignity and as Chuck and I would always add while laughing. . . perfect hair!
With love to all,
Michael Fales Lomasney
